An album more than three years in the making, full of morose and melodramatic ruminations on life, death and the afterlife, by Lanegan and former Afghan Whigs lothario Greg Dulli. If you like the dark and desperate places the Whigs (who, I’m just now noticing, are strangely missing from this list) went, or the windswept desolation of Lanegan’s stuff, well, then you probably already own this one. Songs like “Idle Hands” and “Circle the Fringes” are somber, eerie affairs, while album-closer “Front Street” is gorgeous, desperate and swooning. Basically, there are about 1 million emotions going on here … none of them rosy. But what else would you expect from the Twins?